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FRAGMENTS

Down days...
Loneliness grows on my limbs
like vines waiting to bear fruit.
My breather plays out melodies
no longer left to be sung. //
My skin does remember though.
Subtle pulsing beneath fingertips
eager to claim stake
in what has been theirs well before
the beginning.
Let my curves belt your praises,
May my body dance a song 
written out just for you.
My knees know the lyrics
& this heart can keep tempo.
You just have to promise me that
this tune won't fall on deaf ears.
'Cause I don't have it in me
to pick up half notes scattered from the ground. //
'Cause I don't have it in me to collect fragments of myself
from the ruins of your absence.
Remember...
Pieces only have value
if they have purpose. 
So...
until you have room for me,
I will simply remain here //
Replaying the possibilities...
Hoping one day this song
will be more than just
    ||the melancholic melody of my mind.